Be interesting to hear what he might slip if he had scopolamine blown in his face. I watched this documentary where street girls in Columbia were using this powder derived from it on unsuspecting customers, they'd blow it on them and when it takes effect the person under the influence is vulnerable to suggestion, they'll reveal anything you ask. The girls on the documentary were just using it to get bank details but it'd sure be interesting to hear what a sick fuck like Dong Gone might reveal if questioned, about all kinds of shit, from his consent accidents to other shady dealings like the Trans Lifeline shit, criminal blackmail and interference to fuck with the Forum, and whatever weirdo BDSM diaperfur shit him and his faggots get upto... second thoughts maybe we're better not knowing.
Sick fucking FurFaggot hunchback.
Scopolamine (with bonus atropine) is incredibly easy to isolate into a workable extract from Jimsonweed (perhaps known as Angel's Trumpet in your area) using the old, simple acid/base method. Grows all over the world as long as you're not in a subpolar, polar, or desert region. As a matter of fact, there's a patch in the creek across the way from me that I can see from my living room window. If you had the tools to run a distillation, you too could have that powder, in as pure (probably more pure) of a form.
And if you fuck it up and use a bit too much, he'd turn bright red (you thought he had a face like a brick already? Wait until it's the same color), and literally lose his fucking mind more than it's lost already. A heroic dose of acid wouldn't hold a candle to the shit he'd experience - It's not a hallucinogen, it's an anticholinergic deliriant. He'd see shit that wasn't there and think it was absolutely real (not as cool as it sounds kids, do not try this at home, it's a living nightmare).
Every other year the nearest college town to me has an incident where some freshman dipshit ingests a bunch of raw plant material because they read some shit on Erowid, ignored every warning, and end up running bright red and naked through the streets, only stopping to talk to traffic signs thinking it's their mother or some shit right before being tased all to hell by the local police department.
Of course, I'm not encouraging this behavior - not because I don't want to fedpost, but because I want to protect my fellow kiwis from the undoubtable, unbearable stench they would experience from being close enough to his blood-soaked rot-pocket to try this.
